I met you at the end of summer that year, and we looked forward to seeing each other again that year when the flowers bloomed.
That year when the flowers fell apart, we made an oath of love to each other, to hold my son's hand and grow old together for the rest of our lives.
Who would have known that you suddenly left without any warning, or even a greeting, so I could only wait stupidly to keep the promise I made with you, and that Begonia plant. Waiting and waiting, after ten years of waiting, you are finally back. . . . .